Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 3, 2008 1:34:46 GMT -5
A Woman Who Looked Just Like Me
A really strange thing happened today
as I made my way out the door.
I met a woman who looked just like me
and my mouth nearly hit the floor.
She had the same hair & shade of lipstick
and was exactly the same height as me.
I looked her over for anything different
but there wasn’t one thing I could see.
She held in her hand a to-do list
and her hand-writing looked just like mine.
I said to myself, “She sure looks busy,
too busy to give me the time.”
That woman needs to slow down & take life easier
and move at a more leisurely pace.
She needs to know that each day is a gift
and not meant to be run like a race.
All of the sudden I knew who she was
for the stress of my life was now showing.
There was so much to do, I could never get through
and I met myself coming and going.
© Sheila Gosney
A really strange thing happened today
as I made my way out the door.
I met a woman who looked just like me
and my mouth nearly hit the floor.
She had the same hair & shade of lipstick
and was exactly the same height as me.
I looked her over for anything different
but there wasn’t one thing I could see.
She held in her hand a to-do list
and her hand-writing looked just like mine.
I said to myself, “She sure looks busy,
too busy to give me the time.”
That woman needs to slow down & take life easier
and move at a more leisurely pace.
She needs to know that each day is a gift
and not meant to be run like a race.
All of the sudden I knew who she was
for the stress of my life was now showing.
There was so much to do, I could never get through
and I met myself coming and going.
© Sheila Gosney